Yesterday I went to my office and there were no hoteling spaces so I had to sit in the lounge, which is kind of like the business class United airport lounge. There is a TV that plays CNN. Comfy chairs. Beverages.

The news, since I don’t watch TV or pay attention to it — was really terrifying!

It seems like black teenagers, with their hands raised (apparently the most dangerous kind) are joining ISIS (The “Islamic State of Iraq and al-Sham” and they are cutting people’s heads off. Meanwhile, Ebola is making people into zombies in Africa, if you are a young girl in Nigeria you may get kidnapped. Ebola – ISIS – Michael Brown, rinse, repeat if desired.

Then Joan Rivers died.

Stop the presses!

Forget about those people in Africa and the middle east, this is a celebrity who died during elective outpatient surgery.

Sanjay Gupta, whose name I just can’t stop saying out loud: “Sanjay Gupta”. It is like poetry. Like the name “Médecins Sans Frontières”.

It sounds so good. … well, he was skeptical as to the wisdom of having her surgery be outpatient.

So.. black teenagers joining ISIS are getting Ebola making them into zombies and they have killed Joan Rivers.

If this were clue, I would say Colonel Mustard in the Billiard Room with the Candlestick.

But this is Reality®, so my guess would have to be.

Mujahid / Black Teenager with Ebola around every corner with an Suicide Vest.

I think that is the new title of my resume.
“Don’t hire this guy!”
In huge font, bold, where my name should go.
Then underneath it I will write: “What if I do a really good job? At first people will applaud you for your vision, then you may start to worry that I will replace you. That would suck, throw this resume in the trash”.